Glamour Shots, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 18

... was about to have an orgasm just thinking about it. “Tell me everything! Was it thick, too? Was it gorgeous – oh, and was he circumcised?” Alli shook her head. “Yes, yes, and no, in that order.” Allison was laughing at her friend, but I could tell that she was turning herself on a little bit too, remembering. “Ooh, perfect! Tell me more!” Rob broke up their little conversation about big things. “Hey! I’m right here! Hello! Can we stop talking about another man’s oversized endowment for a minute? Women...jeez!” Sherry shushed him impatiently. “Why don’t you and David go outside now – isn’t there something you two should be doing that involves fire?” She turned back to Allison. “Details, girlfriend, details!” Alli laughed again. “Davey, it is about time to go ahead and put the brats on the fire, isn’t it? Why don’t you boys grab a fresh beer and go take care of that, while we discuss manly things?” Sherry giggled, and Rob sighed as he snagged a couple of beers for us and we wandered out onto the deck. As I pulled the door closed, the last words I heard from Alli were “gorgeous”, “huge”, and “arousing”, so I was pretty sure she was talking about me! It was chilly outside, but not terribly cold; as long as we stayed near the hot grill we’d probably be warm enough, although Rob does seem to be less affected by cold than I am, maybe because he works outdoors and in unfinished and unheated buildings so much more. Rob chuckled. “Sorry, bud; I have to apologize for my horny wife, but ...

... she’s basically been creaming herself over Michael ever since you introduced us several years ago. Serious case of hot pants on that girl, and I’m not even sure if it’s the whole black guy thing, or if she’s just a closet size-queen.” He laughed. “Embarrassing, huh?” I smiled at him and clapped him on the back. “No sweat, Rob. To tell you the truth, Alli had a pretty powerful reaction to him too – and let’s be honest, Michael is quite a specimen - but I ended up reaping the benefits, so it worked out. Just like it no doubt will for you in a couple of hours!” As I used tongs to move the brats from the steaming beer bath to the grill surface, he brightened visibly. “There’s a thought! So, tell me about Marci – is she as damn sexy as she seems like? I swear, every time I get near that woman I get a stiff muscle!” I laughed as I dumped the pan of beer and onions into the flower bed below, thinking too late about Ruby, and then hoping she wouldn’t eat the onions! We sat down on a couple of our deck chairs. “That’s not a muscle, my friend.” We had talked about Marci before, of course; it’s what guys do; actually, it’s what girls do too, I’ve discovered, but apparently we’re not supposed to know about that – or maybe we’re just supposed to keep pretending that they’re classier than us. In any event, Rob agreed with me that, while Marci is not some gorgeous hard-bodied twenty year-old, there is something so powerfully and overtly sexual about her that it’s almost like an aura. She’s ...